Whilst hunting, I met my target returning to his room just as I was attempting entry. After quickly confirming his identity, I promptly shot him, only to discover he was already riddled with bullet holes - Drat! I knew skipping that lecture in Necrosis Recognition would come back to haunt me.
* Don't knock on your targets door announcing that you are an assassin. * Don't later that night notice a guy who's probably your target talking about assassins, then believe that he's someone else and tell him you're trying to kill him. * Also don't tell him where you live for him to kill you the next day.
Further to Chris' advice, sitting talking to two people you suspect of targeting each other is especially funny when one then pulls out his phone to confirm it. Keeping a straight face while he then proceeds to tell his target where he lives is essential.
Just as the party finished Dancing Shadow was sitting with Black Shadow and some unknown, but strangely familiar looking guest and talking to Black Shadow about his past as the assassin. The guest seemed unusually interested in our conversation. He joined saying he is an assassin himself and that he attempted to kill one of his targets tonight. It could not be a coincidence! Dancing Shadow understood that is Chris, the Unknown. Being under strong alcoholic influence he was unable to struck down the assailant at the spot, but tricked him with a fake name. He also managed to get assassin's name (Chris Hands!) and address. As Chris Hands and Dancing Shadow parted it was certain that one of them is going to die soon.
Dancing Shadow prepared a perfect plan to get rid of the impending danger (Chris Hands). He asked The Muffin Man (former assassin who knew Chris Hands) for help. The Muffin Man would trick Chris Hands into leaving his lair and swift justice would be delivered. Everything went as planned. Chris Hands was lured out and Dancing Shadow killed him with enchanted weapon (casting spell "BANG!"). Dancing Shadow was safe... for now.
I happened upon a shifty character sitting outside [Location redacted]. I approached cautiously, hand safely hidden in my pockets. He told me he was there to kill Random Strategy but couldn't gain entrance. Being the kindly fellow I am, I let him in and then meandered on my way, content in the knowledge I had helped another poor youth in need.
AN: Fangz 2 The Watermelon Man 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma
story ok!
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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I
opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My
coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on
the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I
used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram
necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of
earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.
I went to Hogsmeed village for the duel with The Watermelon Man. Suddenly an owl
appeared carrying a letter. It read "Hi, sorry I'm late - I was out
[UNSPECIFIED_ACTIVITY] and had to go home and get changed into something
warmer. I'm in Hogesmeede now - the next time I see you I will kill you".
Suddenly, a wolf appeared and transformed into The Watermelon Man. He pointed his wand
at me and said "AVIVA KEDABRE", then I died.
I went back to my coffin and slept forever.
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Instead of challenging him on firepower against his super soaker, I decided to be devious and dressed in running gear pretended I was a jogger. While he got annoyed at my hide and seek I did a few laps of the park jogging past him to dispel any suspicion, before squirting him with my water bottle. Afterwards, I drank the rest to rehydrate myself from the running. Hooray for ready made disguises and weaponry!
There's nothing very assassainy about having a group of 15 of you hiding
outside a target's house with huge guns, allowing the target to spot you
when they return to the house and then not be able to run fast enough to
catch them. I thought this was supposed to be about surprise.
Assassins fail. All of you. Silly incobash.
With about a dozen incobashers storming the hallways of St. Catz, this was never going to be fair. After pushing open the door with a tentative foot to remove a strategically placed anvil over the door (AKA a small Kenwood kettle box), a stand-off ensued in which the inco traded the darts of the Chief of Police's NERF Wildfire for his anvil, half the team wandered off in search of easier quarry and various objects were projected optimistically through the slightly open door, until a lucky shot from my NERF gun brought down William Hayes. Sadly, he did not howl my name in rage as he fell, but instead took it upon himself to insult my lack of pre-assassination kills. Fortunately, it takes more than that to hurt the feelings of the mighty KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN!.
Sadly, having not managed to find the time to either make an attempt on one of my targets, or even go to the incobash, I was labled 'Incompetent'. I did however manage to construct a few defences and prepare a few weapons for the 2 or 3 people I expected to track me down. Imagine my horror when nearer 20 assasins came to my door and spotted my (clearly not so) subtly placed anvil above my door. In the resultant standoff, which lasted about 10 minutes, I believe I caused at the least some injuries, before finally being clipped by a nerf gun.
A message had arrived at Starfleet Command that a terrifying presence had
been discovered in the Churchill system. A crack team of was assembled and
travelled to this distant part of the Gamma Quadrant.
The Churchill
system consists of a large number of concrete-y planetoids orbiting a star
that closely resembles a 60s hotel lobby. None of these have any sentient
inhabitants but most support small populations of CompScis, Engineers, and
other primitive life forms. A short range sensor scan revealed an anomaly
on the outlying body designated Churchill 40E and we beamed down to the
surface to find and eliminate this malign entity.
On entering the
creature's lair we found it hiding behind walls of novels and scripts in an
attempt to shield it from the CompScis swarming outside. These, however,
proved no barrier to my phaser and the beast was dead in three well-aimed
shots.
At approx 5:30pm today, the group of "competent" assassins came to [UNSPECIFIED] in an attempt to assassinate The Contessa. They executed a clever and successful back-door assault on an innocent. She suffered a confusing and panic-stricken death. One brave soul of the large group did make a successful entry into The Contessa's room. However, upon seeing her, he immediately apologized for his presence and ran away shouting "there's no one here". His competence is clearly in question; he cannot be blamed however, as The Contessa's fearsome reputation clearly preceded her and the mere thought of engaging her would cause even the most competent of assassins to run away as a knight fleeing the killer bunny. Unfortunately the group, who were all bearing openly, were too swift in their haste to escape and so narrowly avoided a slaughter as The Contessa came chasing down the stairs just moments too late.
The Umpire notes: Could police and/or competent players involved in this event please reveal themselves? I should like to know who to make corrupt for killing an innocent...
Admiral's log, Star Date 9528.5 - Travelled to... military base! (adopts dramatic pose) on Acamar III (sorrowful yet deep gaze into middle distance). Young graduates... fresh from training... are... learning well (proud, fatherly yet not patronising smile). Some show... true promise. I would not... be surprised... to see one in particular... take command of a STARship (fond memory, nostalgic smile) before... too long.
People sometimes crave Chocolate, but today they didn't seem to want any. Not even when Chocolate was in their colleges, in their courts, right in front of their doors... That said, one inco didn't get as far as Chocolate because he'd already been killed by Tea...
The Jackal's Jackalope Jacket is pleased to report the stabbing related demise of Roseanna Pendlebury just outside Sidney Sussex. Google stalking had yielded both a picture and the knowledge of a SciFi soc meeting to convene at 7.30pm. Arriving at 7 (the early jacket gets first dibs on murder, as my grandfather Sweeney's Sealion Sou'wester used to say), the jacket lurked as inconspicuously as an animated bloodstained coat can - surprising and filleting his target only meters from safety in Sidney at about 7.20pm. Contract fulfilled, the Jacket departed swiftly (in case of any vengeful SciFiers with energy weaponry).
After hearing about all the fun people were having incobashing, but having had too much work to go join in, I decided to go out and have a go myself. So on the evening of the 24th, at about 7:30, I ventured across the road to a nearby college where I expected to find lots of incompetent assassins just begging to be put out of their misery. However, I was mistaken. The first incompetent turned out to be very competent and armed with a Rubber band gun. I was mowed down for my complacency.
Today, whilst going about my incompetence a couple of friendly guys came to see me, and wondered into my room where I and a couple of friends were discoursing. He asked whether Brook was about and I said no. So they left. Except I forgot and realised that I was in! I tried to call them back but they did not hear. So I got the attention of one of them with a rubber band gun. One police man less and the world is a little closer to anarchy.
Tonight, someone was going to die! Shurikens and katana safely hidden I started my journey. After quickly scouting out my target I found him to be in the middle of a corridor party. Such festivities are not the habitat of a vulcan so I left to bide my time. His justice will come swiftly.
Whilst in the bar, I found one Chris Terry trying to find his way to the bottom of a bottle. Filled with remorse at his new found incompetency, he drowned his sorrows in search of release. He found it at the end of my knife instead.
CLASSIFIED REPORT
TIME: 2230 24/10/2010
I was not on duty when the events transpired.
In the bar of an UNSPECIFIED_COLLEGE I saw from across the room what
appeared to be an incompetent. I checked on my person for weapons and intel
and found to my horror that my M9 and tactical knife were back on base, my
only armament, an improvised pen. Checking the intel sent to my PDA I
confirmed only a 67% probability that this was indeed a target, questioning
the freshers also did little to confirm. As they were leaving for an
UNSPECIFIED_CLUB I observed that the potential target was speaking to an
informant whom after a brief amount of interrogation confirmed to me with
that fateful word: "Yes". Whipping around I plunged my pen deep into his
chest, aiming for the heart and hoping that the plastic was strong enough to
break through the sternum. I discovered to my horror that the target, Chris Terry, had been murdered that very day and then brought back by some flesh
controlling virus. It was however a pleasure to rid the world of one more
zombie.
Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley
The news was spreading. Many people stopped being worthy calling themselves assassins so they had to be killed. Dancing Shadow attempted to kill Fred Maynard. Bearing a banana-gun he stormed his chamber only to find him being undead. On the following day similar disappointment happened with Chris Terry. Too much foul magic around.
Admiral's log, Star Date 9528.6. Informed by my troops of a Romulan pirate ship... ... ... attacking SHIPS in the... SECTOR. Decided... to relive academy training... glory... DAYS. Took a mid-size... fighter and... shot them down. Still got... what it TAKES.
This evening, at around 10.15, I and my good friends Lieutenants Riker and Geordi La Forge accompanied me to (Unspecified College) for a double kill. I dispatched my target Joaquim d'Souza with a bullet through the heart and finished him off with a knife in the stomach. I then proceeded to the room next door to aid my police comrades in dealing with the incompetent James Edward Staniforth.
Today I left to deal with the incompetent called James Edward Staniforth. Accompanied by Geordi La Forge and Captain Camdan, I made my way to St John's where we entered his hideout which had foolishly been left unlocked. Whilst Captain Camdan proceeded to kill one of his targets, who by happy coincidence shared the set with my target, I wasted no time entering James Edward Staniforth's room and shooting him dead. Whilst Geordi La Forge and I employed our powers of necromancy to talk to our target, we heard Captain Camdan's sweet voice conversing with his own victim.
Dancing Shadow prepared to launch an attack on the Goban of death's bastion. Bearing a magical water thrower he first tried to pick lock his gate, but failed. Then tried to ram it down but failed in attempt. He retreated to defensible position and waited for his enemy to come out. Shortly he saw gate opening and the enemy himself charging at him. After few seconds of inconclusive struggle Dancing Shadow shouted: "I challenge you for a duel! Leave your defences and face your death!" As the Goban of death agreed they went on a plain field with few carriages standing around. They took their ground and the duel started. After short exchange of fire and knife throwing, Goban of death took position behind a carriage. Dancing Shadow managed to avoid enemy's bullets and also reached the vehicle. Goban of death had to retreat from his position, but the decision was made too late. One of the bullets reached and subsequently killed him.
An assassin came a visiting. Although I managed to gain the upper
hand and attack with suprise, my shots missed. He challenged me to do
battle outside, and being the honourable man I am, I accepted his
challenge.
Turns out being honourable results in being shot :(
Good evening, O glorious Umpire.
Today I went hunting incos, with Data and Ninja Yodeller.
We visited the fortified castle in which Gypsy King resides. After talking
our way past the terrifying guards, we found their room. Which was shut.
Some conversation couldn't persuade them to come out, so we think they were
in fact out. Disappointed, we left to find our next victim.
Traipsing through the streets of [Unspecified City], we located the abode
of Chris Terry. With skill and cunning, we not only talked our way through
the three guards (one who tells the truth, one who lies, and one who stabs
you while your back is turned), but we navigated the devious labyrinth they
had constructed to protect their room. Locating it, we convinced them to
open the door, and I shot them several times (as did my colleague Data). Then we discovered they had apparently already been shot.
Now rather annoyed, we crossed the road to the tower in which our third
target resided. After sneaking past the guards, and climbing right to the
top in which their lair of darkness had its core, we burst in through their
door. Only to find yet another zombie sprawled across the floor, and
bloodstains on the wall informing us of the death of Brook Roberts not a
few hours ago. Now rather demoralised, we called it a day.
We remain, of course, your humble servants,
Death! Undercover...
Darth Umpire,
After a week of inactivity, the Empire has struck back in style! The rebel
stronghold of St. Michael's court was fortified (forceified?) with the best
defences the Alliance had to offer, and many stormtroopers were lost before
the main gate was breached. Unfortunately, not even the awesome power of a
death star could overcome the jedi keycode lock on the staircase door, and
it was not until later that a suitable redshirt (right franchise?) arrived
whose mind could be bent to my will, or rather followed in at a respectful
distance. Jedi for metres around were able to sense the disturbance in the
force that ensued when the lightsaber came down soon after.
*heavy breathing* dun-dun-dun-dundundun-dundundun
After watching the door to his block from a distant window until he emerged, I stalked the inco Stephen Hobbs until he reached the queue for dinner, and then heroically stabbed him in the back.
I stood awaiting my next feast
And thoughts of killing lingered least,
When suddenly I was attacked
And felt a pain upon my back.
I turned but knew it was too late,
And saw the knife that sealed my fate.
He said "you're dead" and I was sure
That I would live to *rawk* no more.
*bwarrrr...*
The mighty Umpire,
I am writing to inform you, that today 3 incompetent assassins fell victims
of Erzy The Projectile Hedgehog. Although he may look innocent, in reality he is powerful and extremely dangerous.
Luckily, Erzy and I know each other for about 3 years, and he agreed to
help me on my new career path as a police yeoman. Today, on Mon 25th Oct,
at around 20.00 we (Erzy PH and Colt, JM) went on the raid. The first
incompetent assassin, Amrit Khosa, was eliminated in his
kitchen. The second, Siddharth Mishra (aka Feinman), was
found in his room. We paid a visit to [UNSPECIFIED-STREET], but
apparently neither Distant Villain nor Charlie Collins were present (around
22.00). Then we sneaked into Homerton college, and Lee Graham was found,
frying sausages in the kitchen. Those were the last thing he saw before
meeting with Erzy, the fluffly flying deadly hedgehog. Noone of the killed
made any attempts to escape or defend themselves. No innocents, whales or
hedgehogs were harmed at the process.
Yours faithfully,
J.M.Colt
Oh the frustration! Having succesfully found my target's staircase, and at the same time as someone else was entering, I went to their room - the door was open.... Peering inside I could see nobody, however the room next to it was also open and the resident informed me that target Brook Roberts was at a supervision, and wouldn't be back for at least 30mins. Annoying, but not as bad as the next words out of his mouth 'Oh, but if you're an assassin he's already dead'. Foiled again.
I regret to report that I was killed during a lone mission to assault the fortress of Tim Lui in the [UNSPECIFIED] star system. The alleged incompetent must have been warned (or just incredibly trigger-happy), for he shot me as soon as he opened the door. As I lie in stasis, I only wish for vengeance when the time comes.
The Umpire notes: Bang-kills are to be performed at a range of 1 meter or less. And they are not valid in open combat.
Red Squirrel journeyed across the small city of Cambridge in search for
blackjack and hookers. Instead, Red Squirrel came upon the dark doorstep of
one Stephanie Leddington. Believing this to be an ordinary apartment -
there was nothing extraordinary about it. No bright lights, no stormy
clouds overhead, no crows glaring furiously along the path below - Red
Squirrel thought it a nice spot to have a quiet picnic. It was upon
munching on the shallowly glazed lemon cake that ma had prepared just few
days before - and subsequently brought up on her visit - that Red Squirrel
heard a piercing shriek from atop the towering staircase. Startled, Red
Squirrels arms jolted upward. Red Squirrel was a curious sort of squirrel
and so decided to investigate the haunting interruption.
Red Squirrel scrambled together his things and made his way toward the
bottom step. As he approached, a wicked maniacal laughter filled the empty
passage, causing a nearby trolley, apparently abandoned by it's owner, to
rattle loudly. As Red Squirrel hauled his way to the top, his bottom lip
began to tremble. He could feel the cold witches power growing stronger as
he drew nearer. At last, when at the top, he was met by a foul odour. A
large slug-like creature, with a thick oozing substance dripping from his
stoney grey skin, lay by the door. As Red Squirrel approached, the
creatures hoarse voice echoed towards him.
'Are you here to claim the life of the mistress inside?'
Red Squirrel paused for a moment. 'No. I am but a humble Squirrel with no connection to any assassins guild in any way and have no history of killing, harming or harassing any living being, no matter how deserving, whatsoever.' Red Squirrel replied.
The slugman grinned.
'What a pity...'.
He sat up, and then began the demise... of the great Red Squirrel.
The slugmans arms began flailing, his body twisting round and round. The
surrounding concrete walls melted away revealing a swirling vortex of
colour-coded death. The slugman then screamed 'Prepare for the ultimate
M-m-m-mindFUCK!!!' All of a sudden a long hallway stretched towards
RedSquirrel from complete obscurity, and then... then a dark figure
shuffled slowly towards him. Red Squirrel knew this was it. He had to reach
for his pistol, but it was no use. The Slugmans dance had paralysed him,
rendering him defenseless to the cold witches attacks. The witch drew
closer and closer while Red Squirrels heart was beating faster and faster.
When she finally reached him, she pulled out her long, thin, boney hand
clutching a small stuffed penguin before uttering the words: 'Got you!
You're dead.'
It was over. The adventures of the Great Red squirrel had finally come to a
close...
Or had they?
Kitty Noone sat at her desk, dozing lightly. There was work in front of her, but it just wasn?t getting done. Mr Snuggles was curled on the bed, his serrated beak causing him to snore slightly.
Suddenly a sound brought her round to wakefulness. The doorbell! Who could it be at this time? It was the middle of the afternoon, and most folk had lectures or were working, like she was. She could think of no purpose for this other than sinister.
Her room mate answered the door as Kitty dragged Mr Snuggles off the bed. Even more savage than normal for being awoken from his nap, he snapped at her, and ruffled his dark feathers.
?Hi, is this Kitty?s* room?? She heard, in a voice she didn?t recognise. Her suspicions confirmed, Kitty raised Mr Snuggles to head height, just as her room-mate banged on her own door.
?Just a second!? She called, checking the penguin was ready. His eyes glinted in what was almost glee. And she opened the door.
He wasn?t where she?d thought; he?d retreated round the corner to the entrance to their set. But there he was, and there was a gun in his hand! Kitty lunged, lofting Mr Snuiggles through the air in a manner that would have utterly stumped zoologists claiming that penguins can?t fly. The gun went off, but wide, the bullet burying itself in the wall.
And Mr Snuggles was on him, like a demon in penguin form.
Her room-mate made Kitty clean all the blood off the floor.
*You will never learn my true name!
Having just purchased a pair of magnums from the dealer on market square I proceeded to the new museums site where I prepared my weapons in a hidden location. I awaited Hassan's arrival at his lecture with my bad boys, one in each pocket. As he came through the door I plastered him to the wall. There was shouts of "Commitment!". I thought so, they cost me 59p.
Dearest Umpire,
I write to inform you of pure cowardice on behalf of my target (Kiwi Sin). Who refused to meet his demise at the hands of a "student
newspaper salesman" by silencing his chatter with a friend and remaining inside
at 1330.
What suspicious times we live in- thus I was forced to make a retreat through
the dirty long and dark tunnel that is Hobson's passage!
Yours sincerely
Hobnob (Hobson's twin brother)
Torquemada still has the annoying habit of never leaving his room EVER, and I'm not entirely sure that The Contessa's department of [UNSPECIFIED] even exists.
It was a wet and rainy afternoon when Lieutenant Saavik made her attempt on
the life of James Edward Staniforth. The clouds hung low and the air was damp and
chill. Due to an unexpected moment of free time and the proximity of James Edward Staniforth to her own quarters, Saavik ventured across the college armed
with her trusty throwing knife and accompanied by her pet monkey Zaza.
With the monkey safely stowed in a Sainsbury's carrier bag and her throwing
knife tucked up her sleeve, Saavik climbed the stairs to the target's
living quarters. She knocked on the door, and waited.
The door opened a fraction, before the target cautiously peered out. Upon
seeing no weapon in her hand the target opened the door fully and Saavik
asked if the other occupant of the set was in. This was found to be the
case and the target made the fateful mistake of turning his back.
With a yell of triumph Saavik lunged forward and stabbed James Edward Staniforth
in the back. To her disappointment, there was no blood. No scream of agony
as the knife plunged between his ribs and into his heart. After further
inspection, Lieutenant Saavik noticed the fatal wound on the other side of
the target's back. She had come too late, for this incompetent assassin had
already been competently killed.
As the sky darkened and grew forth to consume the joy of the day, I set
forth to hunt. I had soon reached the land of my quarry, through shadows I
crept, relishing The Darkness as I swiftly sought out the fortress of my
target. By now I was acquainted with the fiendish magical wards protecting
this place, locks of eldrich power securing the portal through which
bloodshed awaited. Once more I sought out the shadows, that I might pursue
an entity acquainted with this dark magic through the portal. Thus, I
waited.
And waited.
Many did pass by as I lurked in The Darkness, unobserved as I sought to divine
their destination, but sadly none did seek the portal that I did. That is,
until one entity in particular caught my eye, rapidly I set about my
pursuit as it became clear that he sought the same route that did I.
Tragically however, I was not fast enough, synchronizing both silent
running and dodging the bright, searing lights littering the area I was not
quite fast enough. However, for a final twist in the tale, as I watched the
portal crackle with energies, suddenly sealed, the entity I had sought to
pursue glanced at me from within his fortress. He would have seen but a
mysterious figure, a dark ghoul of the shadows, but in that moment I
daresay I saw more than merely the suspicious curiosity of a civilian amid
this dark game of murder, indeed, I daresay I saw the eyes of a killer, the
one whose death I sought. True, he had nothing to fear from me from within
his fortress, but I couldn't help but smile that if I was correct in my
presumption, a seed of purest discord may have been sown within his mind:
That a hunter awaits him in The Darkness.
Alternatively, I've struck fear into the heart of an innocent. Either way,
a successful trip.
Hello, O Umpire.
Today I took with me another compatriot, the infamous James T. Kirk, and we went out
hunting.
First, we visited the room of ODB. There we were
foiled by a locked door to their staircase, so after some lurking, we
continued on our path at around 1925.
We then visited the room of Thoughtfox. They were out, but the
door to their set was unlocked. A quick sneak past the neighbour, and we
were concealed inside. The neighbour then informed us that they were both
dead, and I gently delurked. A pleasant conversation was eventually
punctuated by the arrival of Thoughtfox themself, who also claimed to
be dead, and we then left at around 2000.
Next we sneaky-sneaked to the room of Matt Green. One of their neighbours
was a prior acquaintance, so we convinced them to let us in, persuaded them
to open their door, and were faced by a hail of gunfire! My reflexes saved
me, and I shot Matt Green several times in the chest. We then had a short chat
with the corpse and a complete passerby, before continuing on our way at
around 2040.
From there we continued to the room of Tim Lui. Their fortress was near
impenetrable, but we convinced the guards to let us in, and then obtained
entry to their room. Again, the opening of the door was punctuated by heavy
gunfire. Again my reflexes and blocking skills saved me, while the target
lay dead on the floor. Continuing on our way, we left at about 2100.
Then we went to the bar of [Unspecified College], in order to look for
Distant Villain. However, he wasn't there. So we left again, and went on our
final spate of hunting.
Here we reached the infamous fortress of Oisin Huhn, from which I had been
repulsed only yesterday! Today, however, the world smiled upon us, for we
talked our way in with smooth lies and flattery, burst into their room, and
shot them in the corner. James T. Kirk delivered a second wave of 'firepower' to
the corpse, and we took our leave at around 2130.
On our homeward path, we stood outside the house of Quantum Snail for a
while, but couldn't find any way to break into this truly impenetrable
tower. So we separated and walked to our own rooms.
Yrs, Death! Undercover...
Whilst merrily working away, there came a knock at the door. Alas, my trusty SMG lay ammoless across the floor, I had earlier been cleaning it. So as not to arouse suspicion, I answered the door with my revolver - a much lesser weapon and not really suited to defensive situaion. Flinging the door open both sides opened fire, one side hit. The other side hit. The bloody other side hit me. Great. Cue out of body experience. After two years underground you would have thought I'd have been better prepared...
Reports now in about Chocolate-related deaths in night clubs! A group of innocents almost got unwanted killer Chocolate for saying "What happens if someone tries to assassinate you?" "You assassinate them right back!", but a cocoaic investigation revealed that actually, none of them were playing. At this point, Matthew Hinks arrived. Matthew Hinks? He doesn't usually come here! He must only be here for the Chocolate! So, like an Easter egg of death, Chocolate stayed out of his line of sight until he'd finished surveying the room and went to sit down. At this point, Chocolate spread through the club and a lightsabre-bearing Matthew Hinks got Chocolated, to the hilarity of his friends, and a sympathetic sambuca shot afterwards, since people don't expect Chocolate to stab them! Some innocent (term used loosely!) friends discovered that a) bearing a lightsabre and b) saying you're an Assassin whilst holding the same kind of pen as your friend's knife, but unlabelled, in a very suspicious manner gets you Chocolated, too. Guess the Assassin-related hilarity then ensued until Chocolate decided that liqueur Chocolate is a good variant on the non-alcoholic variety and busied themself with this instead.
Well, that was fail.
I happened to be going out for once- just wanting a good night off. Anyway,
a particular assassin sees me, immediately recognises me and assumes that I
be there to take him out.
So, he watches me from the dark until I am bearing. I was just talking with
friends who were well aware of my assassin state and draw my pen to write
jot something down.
They make the passing comment that I took a great deal of time to draw a
pen and that any assassin would have had ample chance to confront me and
retaliate. I, wanting to prove this is not the case, draw my lightsabre in
a split. Chocolate comes from the side and stabs me...
So yeah, I'm dead. Great.
But it didn't end there though- for the next half hour, this assassin was
convinced that my group would be out for a revenge kill (although none of
the present group were playing) and proceeded to flee to the toilets.
It then only seemed fitting to station friends outside the toilets and
continuously toy with Chocolate.
Either way it is ironic that for so long I have been paranoid about being
betrayed by fellow [UNSPECIFIED COLLEGE] members who have on multiple
occasions stabbed and shot me but in the end, I feel I have somehow
betrayed myself... (I am sure there is some deep, philosophical meaning
behind that)
I and a few loyal accomplices made way to lair of
traitor The World's Expert On Getting Killed again with intent to finally end the life of this
insidious troublemaker. Instead, we were foiled, as, convinced that she was
a rival assassin due to the knife in her hand (which turned out to be a REAL
knife and could therefore not possibly have been an assassin's weapon), I
shot a female cohabitant of the target and was thereafter unable to enter
his room.
For the killing of an non-assassin, I offer myself up to the mercy of the
Politburo chiefs. My passion for the cause was too great, and my trigger
finger too twitchy.
С любовью,
The Яussian
This unit is beginning to suspect that it's previous assumptions about
Hobson were incorrect.
With his physical appearance logged and recorded, I set out to organise a
swift "restructuring of his official data" after his lectures at
[LOCATION_WITHHELD]. However, through clandestine and unorthodox means the
target evaded this unit, and thus remains breathing borrowed air.
His time will come though. No-one can escape deletion.
Citizen Erased
Sam Cockton is dead from a knife to the head. (Well the back, but head rhymed so whatever)
Visited incos Gypsy King and Quantum Snail. Lurked both players' houses'
doorways but did not gain entry. Flashpoint came at end of time period when a
white male exited a door suspected to be Quantum Snail's abode. Followed him
casually along the street, admiring his manly locks, immaculate fashion sense
and an impressive beard, to a side entrance of [UNSPECIFIED-COLLEGE]. As he
was about to cross through the gateway I queried if this chap was the inco I
sought.
Chuckling, this presumed innocent civilian replied "Who on Earth could that be?
I have no idea..." and so went on his way
We shall see then.
Today, between 4pm and 8pm I roamed streets of Cambridge looking for those
incompetent enemies of great Communist state. First target: Mike Schmornoff,
soliciting aid of loyal informant. Unfortunately, was too crafty and all my
efforts at termination came to nothing.
Next stop [REDACTED] and traitor Funka. Purge incomplete,
as not in room or surrounding area. Will return later.
Final attempt on Tim Lui at Dowing College. Staircase as impenetrable as
basement of KGB offices in Kremlin, with as few people coming out alive.
Forced to retreat this time, but will carry on the great struggle against
the enemies of the great Guild with more zeal than ever before!
С любовью,
The Яussian.
I went to [unspecified] college to take down my innocent poor little victim. I was getting closer and closer, but my victim apparently has cautious guards (the porters) who spotted me, the stranger, and did not let me in... and so the victim remains to greet another sunrise... but not for long...
The Umpire notes:
Closing a door on an assassin is a perfectly viable strategy. Sticking your foot in the door to stop someone closing it is an equally viable strategy, but don't complain if your foot gets hurt. Slamming the door on an assassin whilst they are standing in the doorway is strictly not legal, however that did not happen in this case.
The Umpire also notes:
Police are not to involve themselves in events that do not concern them. For example, if a player has just stabbed a friend, you may not take revenge. Police kills only count when against Wanteds, incos or assassins that are directly attacking the Police officer in question. Thus our Chief of Police, Captain Kathryn Janeway, is now corrupt.
The Umpire's final note:
Whilst fake plastic toy knives are legal, be careful that they do not look too realistic. If the blade is shiny, then it will probably be mistaken for a real knife by anyone unfamiliar with the game. If you are unsure about a weapon, then feel free to email me.
Today I went on a quest to find and kill enemy of the entire humanity Mr Saint Sir God. Unfortunately while I was looking for his appartaments I ran into his loyal bodyguard - porter of [UNSPECIFIED-COLLEGE] - and, in order not to make them aware of our glorious guild, had to leave without spilling blood : (
Name: Gavin Tapsfield
Time of Death: 12:15
Manner of Death: Knife in the back
Notes: The target's location was acquired and this unit was dispatched to
ensure that the meal he was enjoying would be his last. A swift switchblade
to the spine later, the data-handlers began to wipe his existence from all
databases. Deletion is now complete.
Only one file remains, a memento of sorts. A distorted image of Gavin Tapsfield
slumped over a table, his last breath filled with the smell of
buttery food.
Citizen Erased
The fools still elude me. By the Machine God, where are all those hive rats hiding?!
Never thought I'd see action so soon after being posted! No sooner had I
finished my briefing for tonight's perilous adventure than I ran into Oliver (Ollie) Bartlett - and where else but in the corridors of our very ship!
Sensing the opportunity to gain a few brownie-points with the Captain (and who
knows, maybe the Admiral himself will even take notice?) I drew my standard
issue combat knife and delivered a quick and fatal blow (my phaser being safely
still in my quarters, charging for the mission).
Oliver (Ollie) Bartlett tried to claim that he was planning on changing his ways and pulling
his weight, but we just can't tolerate his level of incompetence in Star Fleet
- replicating rations is expensive, you know!
I received an email from Aaron Miles notifying me of a particular society
meeting and realising he was an incompetent prepared to loose him of his
shame. This wasn't going to be any old kill however, as I knew his
residence well. I waited at the top of a hill until his appearance from
his block. When he inevitably came out of the door I mounted my bicycle
and drew my lustrous sabre. Metal glinting in the moonlight and battle
cry echoeing over the compound I rode down towards him. He immediately
turned, saw me and legged it. I followed him down the hill but his on
foot acceleration was too much for me and he was already around the
corner and out of college. I dumped my bike on the road outside the
plodge and began chase.
There were many confused and worried stares, but had they known the
shameful state of my victim the onlookers would have cheered me toward
my goal!
The Chase was heated, but my long legs soon made ground on my heavily
coated target. Within 30 seconds he was wearied and I was ready to kill.
But at the last moment he turned and fired the most unusual contraption
at me! It appeared to contain a ferocious cat! Unfortunately for Aaron Miles
the Cat flew harmlessly into the road and before the moment was up Aaron Miles
was slashed in half.
N.B no cats were harmed, The cat found a loving family soon after.
I was casually leaving [UNSPECIFIED COLLEGE] when I heard a shout behind me, and when I turned around I found to my horror someone cycling toward me weilding a rather large sword. My first response was to outrun the assassin. As I sprinted off I suddenly realised I had my trusty cat-apult on me, so I eventually decided to break my vow of pacifism and have a showdown with my assailant. Unfortunately the horde of cats I summoned were extremely limited in range and unforgiveably inaccurate, leaving me undefended as I was closed down and savagely cut down.
I am sad to admit to that i was gruesomely murdered as I came out from Spoons at quarter past 12 tonight. Matthew Patel shouted my name, and i turned round, only to see him with a sickly smile on his face and an elastic band gun in his hand. I was too slow to draw my weapon, as he fired a shot of pure elastic-potential-energy into my chest. It was then that I knew I was defeated.
Unspecified college's cohort of unspecified subject students departed for their
annual night of beverage revelry. Edward C West was known to be among their number in
the year below his hunter.
Had him pointed out when the crawling of pubs had reached the establishment
known as 'spoons.
Standing outside at the close of festivities therein, I drew my pistol and
fired a clean shot to the chest.
Reaching the next pub, I offered to buy his corpse a drink.
"5T0P C4MP1NG U N00B5!!111" ~ T3H 1337 K1LL3R (pr0)on Noobs (definitely not pro).
I made an attempt to kill No-Face for the second time.
He wasn't there, furthermore nobody in his neighbourhood knew him - It's
just impossible :) Three times a charm.
CLASSIFIED REPORT
2230 29/10/2010
Yet again I was off duty, as my off duty character, Rorschach.
Rorchach's Journal October 29th 2010
Freshers throwing up in alleyway this evening, college mother obviously
concerned. Halloween formal left me in an incredibly drunken state; fine
like this. Target engages me in polite conversation, I withdrew my M9, times
certainly change, and shot his brains out the back on his head. On Friday
night Alexander Lanz Johnson died in Cambridge. Somebody knows why, me.
Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley
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